Home.

I can't believe the (long) weekend has already come to an end. I feel like it never even happened. It was just a whirwind of lots of food, lots of people, and lots of laughter.

As I sit here in my hideously bright pink bedroom in Oakville (note to 15 year-old self: you have horrible taste in paint colour. hah!), I can't help but feel a little ..... silly? emotional? happy? sad? I just can't believe all the years I spent in this room - my whole life, really! There are a million memories that coat these walls - from playing candyland 'war', having a snowfight, giggling about crushes, late night phonecalls to friends, crying about heartbreak, belting out loud tunes, first date jitters - it's all in here. My history lies within this room.

Even though I am not living here anymore, sometimes it is super nice to come home and sleep in the bed that has always been mine and smile about all the good times that have made me into the person I am today.

I guess this post really is about being thankful, seeing as it is Thanksgiving and all.
I AM very thankful for all those (mostly) great memories, my supportive parents, my adorable grandparents, my loving and hilarious friends, and for whatever it is that is coming my way. I have this overwhelming sense that this life of mine is going to be a great one - twists and turns, ups and downs - but as I continue to grow and become more clear about who I am, who I want to be, and what I want to do - I am positive that no matter what is thrown my way, I will make it work. I hope.

Ahh, home. It always makes everything so very clear.

Happy trails & travels & Thanksgiving, of course!
- Becky xo